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 Poland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Scion,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.