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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Evens,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.