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 Honduras and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Neon Judgement to the electroclash 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
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,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.