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 Qatar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Scientists to the grime 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.