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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
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,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Magazine,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.