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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
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,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Rekid,
X-101,
Japan,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.