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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Main Source,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.