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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed 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,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.