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 India and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
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 Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.