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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
the Association,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
The Fall,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.