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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
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,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.