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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
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,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.