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 Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.