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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Germs to the electroclash 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.