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 Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.