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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the punk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
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,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.