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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
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,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.