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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Raincoats to the dance 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
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,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Niagra,
UT,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.