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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.