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 Philippines and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
UT,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.