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 Italy and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the rock 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.