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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.