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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
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,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.