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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.