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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Index,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.