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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the crunk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Deakin,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
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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.