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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Television,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.