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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Yazoo to the electroclash 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.