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 Sweden and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Nico,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.