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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
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,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.