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 Slovakia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Franke,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.