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 Oman and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Flipper to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
The Names,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.