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 Russia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visage to the grunge 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.