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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
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,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.