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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.