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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Rekid,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.