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 Madagascar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Swans,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.