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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.