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 Jordan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
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,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.