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 Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
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,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
cv313,
The Residents,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Brick,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.