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 Argentina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Slave to the crunk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.