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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
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,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.