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 Antigua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Coltrane 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
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,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.