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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Pretty Things to the grime 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.