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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Dual Sessions to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.