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 Russia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.