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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.