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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.