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 Honduras 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Max Romeo to the disco 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
DNA,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.