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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
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,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.