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 Belgium and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
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,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.