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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
The Standells,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.