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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.