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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
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 Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.