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 Albania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
The Index,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.