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 Hungary and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.