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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
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,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.