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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks 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 grunge 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Television,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.