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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.