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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Saints to the rock 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
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,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Swans,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.