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 Thailand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
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,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Index,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.