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 Benin and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ludus to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
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,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.