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 Poland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
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 Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.