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 Italy and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Busters to the grunge 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Scientists,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.