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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.