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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
UT,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.