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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
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 Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.