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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.