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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
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,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.