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 Suriname and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
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,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.