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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stetsasonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.