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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Technova,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.