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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
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,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.