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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
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,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.