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 Belize and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.