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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.