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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 China Crisis to the crunk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
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,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.