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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
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,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Television,
John Cale,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.