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 Monaco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Busters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.