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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Swans,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.