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 Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
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,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.