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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
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,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.