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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.