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 France and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.