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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.