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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
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,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.