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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
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,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.