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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.