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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.