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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Davy DMX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
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,
Faust,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
The Names,
The Remains,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.