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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
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,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.