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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Television Personalities to the grime 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.