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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 London and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
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,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.