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 Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
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,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Erasure,
CMW,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.