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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
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 Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.