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 El Salvador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Model 500,
MC5,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.