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 East Timor and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.