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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
New Order,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.