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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Rekid to the electroclash 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
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,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.