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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a 808 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.