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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
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 Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.