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 Monaco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
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,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.