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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
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,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
ABC,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.