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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
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,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Pole,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.