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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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?
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.