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 San Marino and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pus. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
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,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.