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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Japan,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.