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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
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,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.