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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
The Fall,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.