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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 JFA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.