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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.