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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
UT,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.