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 Sri Lanka and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
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,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
The Move,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.