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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Can,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.