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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pulsallama to the rock 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
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,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.