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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 The Associates to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.