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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the rock 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
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,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.