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 Africa and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.