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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.