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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Carl Craig to the jazz 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.