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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.