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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buckinghams to the grunge 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
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,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.