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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
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,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.