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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Swans,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.