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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Can,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Franke,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.