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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 The Mummies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Fear,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.