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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 June Days to the funk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.