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 Cameroon and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
UT,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
The Index,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.