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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the rap 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.