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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Busters to the disco 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
JFA,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.