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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fuzztones to the rock 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
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,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.