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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the rap 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.