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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
CMW,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Japan,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Ten City,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.