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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.