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 Norway and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
DNA,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.