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 Hungary and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
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,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.