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 Belarus and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Symarip to the electroclash 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.