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 Honduras and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
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,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.