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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
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,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.