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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Rekid,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
X-101,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.