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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the grunge 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
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,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.