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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
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,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.