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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blues Magoos to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
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,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.