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 Guatemala and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
The Monks,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.