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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radio Birdman to the rock 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
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,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.