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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Pus to the electroclash 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.