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 Japan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Wire,
Scrapy,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.