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 Austria and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dawn Penn to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.