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 Albania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.