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 Morocco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Arcadia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.