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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
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,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.