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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
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,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.