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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
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,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.