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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.