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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lakeside to the electroclash 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
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,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Slave,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.