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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
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,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Pole,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.