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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
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,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.