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 Malta and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
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,
Nico,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
The Names,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.