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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
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,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
AZ,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.