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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Slits to the funk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Swans,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Chrome,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Brick,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.