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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
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 Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.