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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.