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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
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,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
JFA,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.