Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.