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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the dance 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
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,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.