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 Benin and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.