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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.