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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Massinfluence to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Warsaw,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.