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 Luxembourg and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
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,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Shoche,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.