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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 CMW to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida 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,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.