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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
cv313,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.