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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.