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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Vainqueur to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
Can,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.