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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
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,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.