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 Mexico and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
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,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.