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 Georgia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.