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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Real Kids 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
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,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Slave,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.