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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
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,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.