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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.