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 Laos and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
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,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.