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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.