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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.