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 Cameroon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.