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 Somalia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.