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 Benin and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear to the funk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
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,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.