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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
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,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
UT,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.