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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the grunge 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.