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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.