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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Remains to the electroclash 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
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 Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.