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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Adolescents to the disco 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
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,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
ABBA,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.