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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
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,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.