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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the rap 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
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,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.