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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.