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 Egypt and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trumans Water to the techno 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Can,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.