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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
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,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.