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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
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 Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.