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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the grunge 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.