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 Tonga and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Audionom,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Franke,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.