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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.