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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fortunes 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
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,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Wire,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.