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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Evens to the funk 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.