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 China and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 T. Rex to the electroclash 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.