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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
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 Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.