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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.