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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wings to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.