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 China and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Black Bananas to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.