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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
UT,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.