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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Skatalites 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.