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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
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,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.