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 Bhutan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.