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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
PIL,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.