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 Slovakia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
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.