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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
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 Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
10cc,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.