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 Albania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
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,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.