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 Indonesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
The Wake,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.