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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.