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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.