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 Palau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
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,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.