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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
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,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.