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 India and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.