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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
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,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.