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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
The Human League,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.