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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
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,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.