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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
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,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.