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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.