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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.