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 Austria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
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,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Japan,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.