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 Jamaica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
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,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.