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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.