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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
X-102,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.