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 Congo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Happenings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
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,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.