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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama to the punk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
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,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Wings,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.