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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
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,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Slave,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.