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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
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,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
The Monks,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Faust,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.