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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
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,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.