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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.