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 Kosovo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tim Buckley 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
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,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
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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.