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 Saudi Arabia and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.