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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
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,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.