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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Happenings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
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,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Nico,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.