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 United States and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.