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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.