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 Estonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.