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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
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,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.