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 Portugal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
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 Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
MC5,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.