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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scientists to the funk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
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,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.