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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.