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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Nas,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.