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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sun City Girls to the funk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Swans,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.