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 Benin and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ken Boothe 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
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,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Nico,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.