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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
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,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Main Source,
MDC,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.