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 Libya 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Germs to the rap 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.