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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Faust,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.