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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.