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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cosmic Jokers to the disco 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
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,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.