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 Qatar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.