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 Singapore and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
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,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.