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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.