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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
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,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.