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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Scion to the rock 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
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,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
The Names,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
the Human League,
The Index,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.