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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.