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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.