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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Technova to the rap 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
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,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.