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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
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,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.