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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.