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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
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,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.