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 Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.