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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
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,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Television,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.