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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
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,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.