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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
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,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.