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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harry Pussy to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a harpsichord 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.