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 Hungary and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
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,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.