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 Moldova and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Camouflage to the dance 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
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,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.