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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
World's Most,
EPMD,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.