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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 10cc to the crunk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
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,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.