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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Crime,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.