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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.