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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the electroclash 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.