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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Organ to the electroclash 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
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,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.