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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 L. Decosne to the rock 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
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,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.