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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
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 Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.