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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
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,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.