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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Ossler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
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 Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.