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 Samoa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names 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?
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.