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 Iceland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Move to the dance 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
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,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.