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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yaz to the electroclash 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
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,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
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Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.