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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
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,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.