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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ludus to the punk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
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,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Gong,
Sparks,
Yaz,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.