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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
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,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.