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 Belgium and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 The Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
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,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.