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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
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,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.