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 Dominica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 Iggy Pop to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.