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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Gong,
Unwound,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.