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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Moody Blues to the rock 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '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 The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.