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 Denmark and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
the Association,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.