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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.