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 Panama and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
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,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.