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 Argentina and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 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 Procol Harum 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
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,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.