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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 La Düsseldorf 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
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,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.