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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
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,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.