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 Spain and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.