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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
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,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.