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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
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,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Q65,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.