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 Vietnam and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
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,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Pole,
Wings,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.