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 Malta and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
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,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.