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 Andorra 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.