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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.