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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.