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 Chile and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
The Human League,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.