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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.