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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
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,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.