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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.