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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 harpsichord and a snare 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Can,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.