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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
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 Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.