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 Australia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.