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 Andorra and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Fear to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.