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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faust to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.