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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Soulsonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.