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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.