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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the punk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
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,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.