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 Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.