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 Qatar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the grime 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.