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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
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,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.