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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
The Residents,
10cc,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.