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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.