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 China and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.