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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Visage,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.