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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.