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 Pakistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 New Order to the disco 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.