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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.