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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
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,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.