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 Tunisia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Durutti Column to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
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,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.