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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
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,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Brick,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.