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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cramps to the rap 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
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,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
PIL,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.