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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bauhaus to the punk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.