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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
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,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.