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 East Timor and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.