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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
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,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.