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 Iraq and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Q65 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
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,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.