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 Maldives and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Junior Murvin to the funk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.