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 Montenegro and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Television,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.