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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Bar-Kays to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.