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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
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,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.