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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.