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 Chad and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Scion,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.