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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thompson Twins to the funk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.