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 Zambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
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,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.