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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.