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 Nauru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ponytail to the dance 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.