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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Joey Negro to the crunk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.