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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.