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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Buckinghams to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.