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 Belize and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.