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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.