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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Mars,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.