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 Botswana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.