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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
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 Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.