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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Names to the electroclash 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
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,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.