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 Gabon and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.