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 Chad and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Five Americans to the rock 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
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,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.