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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
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,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
UT,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.