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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Japan to the dance 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.