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 St Lucia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
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,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.