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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lungfish to the crunk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.