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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Second Layer,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.