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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.