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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
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 Association,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Television,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.