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 Guyana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
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,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.