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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the jazz 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.