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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.