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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 the Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.