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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the rap 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.