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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.