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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
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,
MC5,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
X-102,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.