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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Scientists,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.