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 Burundi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
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,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Nas,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Q65,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
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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.