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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 MDC to the electroclash 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
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 Slits,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.