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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
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,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.