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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the crunk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a guitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.