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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fifty Foot Hose 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
the Human League,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.