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 Grenada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Index,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.