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 Germany and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Hot Snakes to the grunge 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
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 Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.