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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.