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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
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.