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 Dominica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.