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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
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,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Kayak,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Q65,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.