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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 JFA to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.