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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
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,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.