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 South Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.