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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
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,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.