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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sister Nancy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.