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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
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,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.