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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hot Snakes to the rock 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.