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 Moldova and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
UT,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.