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 Honduras and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Slave to the jazz 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
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,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Nico,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.