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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
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,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.