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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the techno 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.