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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
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,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.