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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the grime 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
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 Happenings,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.