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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.