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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
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,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.