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 Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 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?
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.