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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.