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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
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,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.