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 Croatia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
PIL,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.