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 Singapore and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Pantaleimon to the disco 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.