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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the grime 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 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?
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
New Order,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.