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 Eritrea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
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,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.