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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
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 Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.