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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Infiniti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.