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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pierre Henry to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
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,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.