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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
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,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
The Residents,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.