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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
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,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.