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 Antigua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.