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 Cambodia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 The Gladiators 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.