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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
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,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.