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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.