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 San Marino and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saints to the dance 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
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,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.