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 Cuba and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Yazoo 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
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,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.