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 Norway and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.