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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Qualms to the grime 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.