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 Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
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,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.