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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
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,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.