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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
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,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.