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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
PIL,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.