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 Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
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,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Franke,
CMW,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.