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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.