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 Singapore and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Television 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
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,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.