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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
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,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.