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 Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.