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 Kenya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
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,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.