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 China and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.