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 Norway and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
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 Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.