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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
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,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.