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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
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 Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
UT,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Gong,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.