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 Panama and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
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 Associates,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.