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 Chile and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
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,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.