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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ultravox to the electroclash 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.