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 Malta and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
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,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.