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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Blackbyrds 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Magma,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.