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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Todd Terry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
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,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.