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 Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
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,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
UT,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.