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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
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,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.