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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.