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 Chad and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Invisible to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
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,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.