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 Turkey and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
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,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Magazine,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.