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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
X-101,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.