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 Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.