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 Panama and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Visage to the dance 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
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,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
The Names,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.