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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
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,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.