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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.