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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
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,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Wire,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.