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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.