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 Venezuela 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.