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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angry Samoans to the rock 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
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,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.