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 France and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
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,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.