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 Micronesia and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.