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 Finland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Brick,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.