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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a snare 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.