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 Haiti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
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,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.