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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
The Cure,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.