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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.