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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Whodini to the electroclash 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
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,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.