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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 The Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
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,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Wire,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.