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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
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,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.