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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
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,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.