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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
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,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.