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 Panama and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
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,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Faust,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.