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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
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,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Smog,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.