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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Magma,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.