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 Mozambique and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.