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 Congo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the disco 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.