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 Syria and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lydon to the disco 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.