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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the jazz 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Index,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.