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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 harpsichord 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.