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 Mali and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.