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 Armenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
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,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Fluxion,
MDC,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.