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 Greece and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rotary Connection to the rap 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.