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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Moebius,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.