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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 L. Decosne to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
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,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Television,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Brick,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.