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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Black Pus to the crunk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.