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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rakim to the grunge 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
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,
The Index,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.