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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Erasure to the electroclash 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.