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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cameo 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.