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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Severed Heads to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
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,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.