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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
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,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Hashim,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.