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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.