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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.