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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.