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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
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,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.