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 Libya and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
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 Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.