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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the techno 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
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,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.