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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.