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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.