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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
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.