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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.