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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
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,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Slave,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.