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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Trojans to the punk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
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 Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.