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 Romania and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Velvet Underground to the crunk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.