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 Tanzania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Index,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.