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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.