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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
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,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.