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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
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,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.