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 San Marino and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
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,
Niagra,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.