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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Stetsasonic to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
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,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Monks,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.