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 Grenada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronan to the grime 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas 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,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.