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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Sheep to the funk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
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,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Organ,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.