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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
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,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Organ,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Q65,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.