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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
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 Smiths,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.