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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.