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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Fear to the electroclash 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.