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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.